Standing at the entrance of The Crestview Hotel, Lana hesitated. Were she and Jarrett back together now? He said he still loved her, so that meant they were reconciled, right? Lana kept trying to convince herself. If they were still broken up, then following him to a hotel would be completely inappropriate.
"What's wrong, Lana?" Jarrett asked, noticing her hesitation. A wounded look crossed his face. "Don't you love me anymore?"
"No… it's not that…"
"Then there's no problem." Jarrett pulled her into the hotel.
Before they went to the room, Lana had wanted to ask him what 'no choice' really meant. But he didn't seem ready to talk about it, and she decided to let it go for now. He said he still loved her, and she wanted to believe he wasn't lying. After all, he was so eager to sleep with her. Lana once read online that for a man to love you, he must first desire you. A blush crept up her cheeks, and her heart raced. She felt hot all over, as if she were being boiled.
This time, Jarrett was even more tender than before, making Lana feel like she was being cherished in the palm of his hand.
Afterward, they showered one after the other and slipped into bed. The atmosphere in the room was a little awkward. Seeing that Jarrett wasn't going to speak first, Lana decided to ask, "The reason you mentioned before… what did you mean?" After she asked, she glanced at Jarrett out of the corner of her eye. His expression turned incredibly serious, so much so that she worried she'd said the wrong thing and made him angry.
"What… what's wrong?" Lana tensed, shrinking back.
Jarrett let out a heavy sigh beside her and turned to face her. The moment their eyes met, his expression softened considerably. "Lana…" Jarrett took her hand. "When I broke up with you… I was forced to."
"Forced to?" Lana was confused.
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